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Thursday, December 22, 2005
I Miss You, Marty
Today was my last day of work as was Marty's... I almost cried when she came back to say good bye to Teresa and me. At the time I was going through her files and cleaning... which basically means I've been her assistant for the past couple of weeks to aid her in her retirement. In the process I've gone through hundreds of files and probably thousands of papers and recycled them all. After Marty walked down the stairs I remembered earlier today finding a file folder in which she drew her name and colored it in with markers and drew a smiley face next to it. I furiously dug through the recycling bin and found it about a foot down and kept it. I showed it to Teresa because we were both choking back tears and she said we had to keep it. I gave it to Teresa and she smiled and tucked it away up on her shelf.
It was the end of Marty's 45 years and there Teresa and I stood, over a folder with Marty's name and drawing of a smiley face. I couldn't continue my filing job because I recalled a comment Marty made yesterday... "Did you already finish all of those files I gave you?" and I replied with a yes and she just looked taken aback and shocked. Then I thought today while cleaning more files that for 45 years she advised and taught those lessons that in no less than a week, someone that had only known her for a few months, had deleted. I just came in and recycled everything... all of her lessons, papers, folders, files, everything... her memories... that recycling bin just looked evil and I was aiding it in deleting 45 years. I haven't even lived 20 years and I deleted 45 in two weeks. I hate change and I already miss Marty even though I only knew her a few months... she was crazy and funny and everything in my office reminds me of her...
When I decorated my inbox for work with a chain of paperclips she said 'Aww, that's cute but what if someone needs a paperclip?' it was nice and funny at the same time and the paperclips themselves remind me of filing and cleaning her files and keeping all of the paperclips... some of those paperclips are older than me, probably most come to think of it. I remember her telling me about the guys in her math class turning to gawk at me when I passed the room and her funny joke about how she was going to make a sign saying 'All beautiful girls, including Amanda Marquardt, please come in and introduce yourselves to my class'. I pouted at Marty and her eyes told me she didn't want to leave either... she smiled and bid me farewell and promised she'd visit but... it just won't be the same. It'll never be the same on that floor in those offices ever again. Marty made it right...
Happy holidays...
Today was my last day of work as was Marty's... I almost cried when she came back to say good bye to Teresa and me. At the time I was going through her files and cleaning... which basically means I've been her assistant for the past couple of weeks to aid her in her retirement. In the process I've gone through hundreds of files and probably thousands of papers and recycled them all. After Marty walked down the stairs I remembered earlier today finding a file folder in which she drew her name and colored it in with markers and drew a smiley face next to it. I furiously dug through the recycling bin and found it about a foot down and kept it. I showed it to Teresa because we were both choking back tears and she said we had to keep it. I gave it to Teresa and she smiled and tucked it away up on her shelf.
It was the end of Marty's 45 years and there Teresa and I stood, over a folder with Marty's name and drawing of a smiley face. I couldn't continue my filing job because I recalled a comment Marty made yesterday... "Did you already finish all of those files I gave you?" and I replied with a yes and she just looked taken aback and shocked. Then I thought today while cleaning more files that for 45 years she advised and taught those lessons that in no less than a week, someone that had only known her for a few months, had deleted. I just came in and recycled everything... all of her lessons, papers, folders, files, everything... her memories... that recycling bin just looked evil and I was aiding it in deleting 45 years. I haven't even lived 20 years and I deleted 45 in two weeks. I hate change and I already miss Marty even though I only knew her a few months... she was crazy and funny and everything in my office reminds me of her...
When I decorated my inbox for work with a chain of paperclips she said 'Aww, that's cute but what if someone needs a paperclip?' it was nice and funny at the same time and the paperclips themselves remind me of filing and cleaning her files and keeping all of the paperclips... some of those paperclips are older than me, probably most come to think of it. I remember her telling me about the guys in her math class turning to gawk at me when I passed the room and her funny joke about how she was going to make a sign saying 'All beautiful girls, including Amanda Marquardt, please come in and introduce yourselves to my class'. I pouted at Marty and her eyes told me she didn't want to leave either... she smiled and bid me farewell and promised she'd visit but... it just won't be the same. It'll never be the same on that floor in those offices ever again. Marty made it right...
Happy holidays...
Mandy ~ 4:18 PM